The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1844

The person who entered was a young maid. She had previously been Linny's best friend at Tideview Manor. Now that Carrie was back home, she had volunteered to come along and take care of Carrie.

"Why aren't you resting at this hour?" Carrie asked gently.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Ms. Carrie..."

The maid's eyes flickered. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Mr. Hoffman has been standing outside the gates of Tideview Manor for over two hours now. I heard the housekeepers talking... That's how I found out about it."

Carrie's crystal-clear eyes trembled. She felt as though someone had stabbed her in the heart and twisted the knife cruelly,

"The housekeepers didn't dare to make it known. They were afraid that it would disturb Chairman Salvador. Even if Chairman Salvador is asleep, if his secretary, Duncan, hears about this, things could get very complicated." The maid spoke, her face full of concern.

Carrie turned back, took her phone from the table, and turned it on.

The phone buzzed frantically as call notifications flooded the screen. They were all from Ryan.

There was only one message.

[Honey, I miss you.]

Tears fell one by one onto the deeply affectionate words on the screen, but they seared fresh wounds into her heart.

These days, she thought she had gotten used to living without Ryan.

Even if she had not gotten used to it, she believed she had regained her composure.

But at this moment, the carefully constructed defenses around her heart crumbled effortlessly with just one sentence from him.

"Ms. Carrie... Why don't you go see him secretly?" The maid urged, and her heart ached for Carrie. "You'll regret it if you don't."

"But even if I go... Nothing is going to change."

"If you truly cherish your relationship with Mr. Hoffman, you should go see him. Not for anything else, but because it's simply too cruel to end things without clarity." The maid advised earnestly, "Even if it's to say goodbye, you should do it gracefully and give him a proper closure. Isn't that what a girl from the Salvador family would do?"

Ryan's tall, handsome figure stood steadfast in the biting wind, his eyes fixed unblinkingly in the direction of the villa.

He coughed intermittently, and a dull pain throbbed in his stomach. But he did not care about it. It was as if his soul had completely detached from his body.

"Mr. Hoffman, please take your medicine." Yasmin approached with his pills and a thermos cup.

Ryan's long lashes lowered as he stared at the pills in his palm, slowly curling his fingers.

When he opened his hand again, he had already crushed the pills into powder, which the wind quickly

carried away.

"Life is so meaningless," Ryan muttered with a weak, bitter smile.

"Mr. Hoffman! Please stop this!"

Both angry and heartbroken, Yasmin spoke with a voice hoarse from worry, "Your life isn't just about your relationship! You have deep bonds with Mr. Salvador, too. Besides, you need to inherit the family business your father worked so hard to build! Your mother would be devastated to see you torturing yourself like this for love. You keep saying you love Ms. Carrie and don't want her to suffer, but isn't her greatest pain..."

Yasmin trailed off, hastily biting her lip.

"You're trying to say that I was the reason for her greatest pain and her suffering, right?" Ryan smiled bitterly, "Well, you're right. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have suffered so much."

"Mr. Hoffman! Look!" Dean's voice rang out excitedly.

Ryan lifted his melancholy eyes, feeling his chest tightened.

In the dark of night, a shuttle was making its way toward the villa's gate.

In the back seat, Ryan saw Carrie. She was sitting quietly like a little white rabbit.